Jaime entered the training grounds when sound of sparring reached his ears. Jaime paused watching a young girl roll on the ground holding Dawn in her right hand as a Dornish girl swung a spear at her head. With a clank, Lyarra Dayne stopped the spear with Dawn as she grabbed it with her left pulling herself up and kneed the knight in the stomach before flipping him onto the ground with ease. Lyarra blow a strand of her hair out of her eyes as she straighten from flipping the knight.

"You need to work on your speed, Brynda." Jaime agreed with the Sword of the Morning as she sheathed Dawn. "You won't get any better if you don't learn."

"So you're the new Sword of the Morning?" Jaime said moving towards Lyarra.

"Ser Jaime," Lyarra bowed her head respectfully to him. "Congratulations on your nephew's wedding later."

Brynda nudged the slightly older girl with her elbow, "May I go, Dame Lyarra?"

Lyarra waved her hand dismissively as she picked up the weapons that was scattered on the grounds. The female scurried off somewhere Jaime didn't bother to follow. He studied Lyarra before he spoke, "You spoke with my sister."

"Aye," Lyarra nodded. "I apologized if she was offended by my overwhelming need to leave her."

Jaime shrugged, "I'm not actually here for that."

"Oh, why are you here then?" Lyarra looked at him with a raised eyebrow, She reminded him of Eddard's bastard son back when he had visited Winterfell prior to the War of the Five Kings.

"I just wonder the type of person you are," Jaime shrugged. Lyarra turned to him frowning as she leaned on the long bow.

"As do I, Kingslayer." Lyarra replied. "A man who killed the king he swore to protect and saved millions of lives but is seen as dishonorable." Jaime keep his shock from his face as Lyarra picked up the bow notching an arrow and pulling back the drawstring; she let it go and the arrow hit the middle of the target. "What is duty when thousands must pay for it?"

"You insult yet compliment me." Jaime was confused by the woman before him. No one but Brienne gave him a chance.

"Well," Lyarra begun."I don't know you but I know that the cost of the Mad King's insanity. To me it seems like you did what you knew was right in the situations and if others dislike you for what you done then fuck them and their opinions."

Jaime stared at her stunned before throwing his head back laughing not noticing the small smile on Lyarra's face. "You are one of a kind, Lady Lyarra. My brothers doesn't think that why."

"Fuck 'em."

"I rather not." Jaime hadn't felt this joyful talking to someone other than his siblings. Lyarra reminded him of Oswell Whent with her slightly offhand comments.

"Meh," Lyarra smiled. "You Southerners are bunch of pricks with too narrow minds. Not you personally since you lay with your sister to which I don't give a damn about."